Scars of happiness, scars of misery, scars of torture.
All etched into my flesh, my skin a timeline of emotions, fingertips trace my deepest, darkest, experiences.
These scars go deeper than flesh or bone, they leave a road map of life on my soul.
You have traversed the superficial wounds and now with silken touch, adventure into the graveyard of my spirit just to find for me a breach of sunlight in the grimness.
And the longer I stand here with you, the longer you touch me, the longer you love me, I watch that light strengthen and fill a clearing I never knew was there.
Here, you tell me, is where I begin again.
